So, I’m a wreck. And it’s all your fault. I am sitting in my living room, getting ready for tomorrow, staring at a pile of photographs, and watching bids come in on pieces I’ve painted. I NEVER, EVER, in a million years thought I’d sell a painting – paint them, yeah, give them away as a ‘Gee, it was the…

I burned the pasta today. Dane slid off of the ottoman and bumped his head on the stone hearth while I was trying to change him. I’m not OK. I’m not dead in the water, but I’m not OK. I’m definitely distracted. Full disclosure: Jay – is – stressed. I don’t blame him. He has the weight of the world,…

I hated kids – when I was one. I never babysat, because they hated me back. I had no idea that they would save me one day… but they did. I’m struggling with today. I am struggling to admit that I’m human, much less American, Midwestern, Pennsylvanian… It’s never made any difference to me AT ALL where I was from….

Be sure that I love my Mama. I am searching for my birth family NOT because I am lacking anything in regards to the family who chose to raise me, but because I choose to seek the total truth. That is who I am. You can agree or disagree, but that is who I am. I was raised by a…

I haven’t written in awhile – well true stuff anyway. I actually wrote an entire play in three days about what I think meeting my birth mom will be like but that’s another story… There’s a reason for that. I haven’t been myself lately. At least I don’t think so. I am waiting on confirmation (or not) on both sides…

“…let your mom and sister know that they are family to us now too. If they want to come “home” with you, I want them to know they are welcome. Them being your family connects them to us as surely as your DNA does. It’s not a game of tug of war to see which family is more “yours”. It’s…

I almost killed my husband a few nights ago. Venom spewed from my lips as I hissed that I hated him. Jason stared at me in complete disbelief. Seething, I stared right back. So much has happened in just a couple of weeks. I am an emotional mess who should apologize to my family and friends. But unless you’re adopted,…

Every year, about this time, I wander around the house, void of common sense, unable to successfully fake socially acceptable behavior or remotely control my emotions in any way. I dread the first day of school for many, many reasons. Let’s be honest. My children are not ‘normal’ by any stretch of the imagination. I have a brilliant, high functioning…

I’m not going to hell. I’m not. I was raised Catholic and taught that if I was cremated I would go to hell. I AM going to be cremated – in fact, I heard you can become an actual ‘firework’ and that sounds pretty damn good to me. That’s how I see my last hoorah. That’s how the people who…

She told me (in no uncertain terms) that no one EVER called her Phyl. So I called her Phyl Phyl. “Where is Phyllis Johnson!?!?”… The silence and stares that followed were mind numbing. “Where is Phyllis Johnson!?!?” I yelled once again. Why was I here, at my first theatre audition, searching frantically for this entity, this legend, this person of…